The girl next door
I don’t live out west so we tend to be a tight group that sticks together a bit. I had been a good boy growing up. I was the model student and member from my youth till seminary started. But once I made the transition to high school my participation and testimony weakened. I kept up the appearance. It was easy to hide from my parents, but my peers, that was harder.
We lived in a community and the neighbors on the left and right were also in the church so us kids really did grow up together. Us boys watched the girls grow breasts and they watched us gain muscles. We all did our best to suppress the desires but it was hard being teens and having hormones.
The neighbor on the left had the pool and only daughters. My family and the family on the right had a mix of kids. I was the oldest boy and the family on the left had a daughter that was my age. The other kids were a couple years younger than us so her and I did a lot of hanging out together.
As we got older it was hard to deny biology even in the conservative one piece swimsuit it was obvious she was becoming a woman. Admittedly I was not into them early on as my biology had not caught up, but once it did it was hard to not look, or think about her at night.
She had I graduated. She went to the local community college for a year, and then left for her mission. I had done a tech program in school and went to work. One of the members had a HVAC company and took me in. I still went to church, and still go occasionally to keep mom happy, but i was around some influences that were shaping a divergent path.
It seemed like a long time had passed and one Sunday I looked up and there she was sitting up front. It was her return missionary talk. Everyone was excited and she had that glow in church that many had. I listened, and when church was done I walked out.
A couple days later I got a text from her. “Hey, why did you leave so soon silly? I am home alone come for a swim?” It had been a hot day in attics at work so a swim sounded like a good idea. I told her I would be over in 15 as I had moved out, lots had changed since she left.
When I got there I rang the doorbell. She greeted me in her swimsuit, it was conservative, but her breasts as developed and there was a good show of cleavage. I could not help but to let my eyes look a bit. She had a cover up tied around her waist. Once we got out to the pool she untied it and I could really see that she had been taking care of herself.
There was no hiding the effect she was having on me. My “iron rod” was pushing hard against my shorts. “The water is a bit cool,” she said, “it might help you with that bulge”
I felt a bit bold. She knew I was not the good member so I figured I could get away with a bit of sarcasm, “or maybe you can tame it for me?”
“I cannot do that unless you bring it here”
Damn, was she playing mind games. She was my first fantasy. My first spank bank material. I don’t know how many Kleenexes took my cum because of her.
I wasted no time and dropped my shorts. I walked over to the edge of the pool and sat down. “Damn! You are much bigger than I had imagined.”
Holy cow had she just admitted she had thought of me..well I guess it makes sense. Two kids coming of age around one another. We have hormones. We wonder. We just fight urges.
“It was hard to keep focused while I was away. The other girls we much better than I was, but when I needed that money I would think of this.” And with that she stepped into me, reached out with her hands and took my rod into her hands.
It was very clear that she had not touched a guy before but I was not about to bust any bubbles. If she was willing to give me a hand job I was not going to say no. Her unskilled hands moved up and down. Her grip was very loose. But heck, here was the girl from next door rubbing my cock. Here was the girl who just returned from a mission breaking from all that he had ever been told and taught. The taboo of all of this made up for the poor quality.
It took a bit more time, but she had me on the edge. I told her I was about to cum. Her smile said what it needed to. She kept up her pace till my rod was exploding in her hands. She had angled my cock towards the pool water. She gave me a final little squeeze. And looked up at me, you should probably put your shorts back on.
I got dressed and jumped into the pool. We talked. Not about what had just happened but about life. Her family got back about 30 minutes later. Her mom sat down exactly where I had been sitting and put her bare legs into the water where my cum and splashed down. There was a little chuckle in my head…if she only knew.
We both got out, toweled dried, and I head back out to my truck. She followed behind, but without her cover up. I had gotten in my truck, seatbelt on, closed the door, and put the window down. “Thanks for not making that weird,” she said. “You made me so wet. Maybe next time I can try something else, if you would like that.”
I smiled! There was just too many thoughts going through my head. I was confident she was a virgin, I was not. She was the good church girl and I was not the good church boy. I did not want her to do anything she would regret. But I was also a horny soon to be 21 year old. “Text me, I’m sure we can do this again.” We both smiled and I headed back to my place.
I really could not help but to jerk myself off again as I showered. It had been a bit so I was able to shoot another load. When I got out there was a message from her. It was simple. It was an image. It was my parent’s house. It was my bedroom window. She knew…